I just ruined everything.

My phone dropped from my fingers, and I almost fell to my knees and started sobbing as the truth pummeled me to pieces. She wasn’t pregnant, she hadn’t lied, Denny hadn’t lied. She’d been telling me the truth from the beginning, and I’d refused to listen. I’d shoved her away from me and now…

Panic made me toss open the door. She wasn’t gone yet. I could fix this. Somehow, I could fucking fix this. Running outside, I instantly spotted her walking across the street. She was walking? Why the fuck was she walking? How did she even get here? I didn’t have time to worry about it. She was leaving. I couldn’t let her leave. Not with us broken like this.

“Kiera, wait! Stop!” She didn’t listen to me, just kept storming away from me. I didn’t blame her. I was such a dick. I ran to catch up to her. She was on the sidewalk, on the other side of the street. I grabbed her arm, making her stop and face me.

Her eyes were pure fury as she took in my stunned expression. “Anna? Anna’s pregnant?”

She ripped her arm away from me and raised her chin. The heat from her expression immediately took all the chill out of the air around us. “Yes,” she bit out.

The one clipped word felt like a strike. Goddamn it. God-fucking-damn it. What did I do to us? I tried to touch her arm again, pull her into me, but she moved away. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered, heartbroken for us. She had to have known for a while. Why would she keep that a secret from me?

She sighed, and I saw some of her anger shift to conflict, confusion. “Anna made me promise not to say anything.” Her head dropped, along with her voice. “She’s not sure if she’s going…to keep it.”

Not going to keep it? Did she mean…? Was Anna going to…? Fuck. It was her choice, of course, she could do what she felt she needed to do, but the baby was part Griffin…and Anna and Griffin, they were both so important to me. They were family. I wanted this baby to happen. For the two of them…and for me. Maybe that was selfish of me to want that, but I did. Maybe it was because the situation hit way too close to home. My mother could have easily made that choice with me. In fact, there were days when I’d been shocked that she hadn’t. I think the only reason she’d kept me, was the vague hope that Gavin would change his mind and come back to her. But he hadn’t, and I’d paid the price for it. Daily.